Dear Ann Landers,
ou re-cently had a column describing "The Other Woman." Why is it no one has ever described "The Other Man"? He is everywhere. Places you'd never sus-pect. I'd like to try my hand at it since I know him well. My wife knows him even better. The Other Man is never seen in the morning, unshaven, with hair dishev-eled, in a ratty bathrobe, groping for his glasses. He appears in the morning (at work) or in the evening at a favor-ite rendezvous, looking perfectly groomed and very appealing. The Other Man is not puttering around the house in tom trousers and an old shirt, trying to fix the plumbing or a garage door or a leak in the roof. No hint of perspiration from mowing the lawn or washing the car. He smells of cologne, toothpaste and aftershave. Signed-Your Loving Wife, But Not Forever P.S. Ann,